The shuttered eyes
Icons, feed the fires
Icons, falling from the spires
You always said I'd be blind
Thine eyes rain down from heaven
The guilt is golden
Those ageless lies
Those words hang like vicious spittle
It's the night piece
Icons, feed the fires
Icons, falling from the spires
The guilt is golden
Icons, feed the fires
Golden, golden
Icons, falling from the spires
Icons, falling from the spires
To view a perfect land
It's the icon
Icons, falling from the spires
Icons, falling from the spires
Dribbling from that tongue
Close your eyes to your lies
Icons, falling from the spires
Without them
Those nebulous codes and disciplines
Stick in that new born throat
Icons, falling from the spires
The guilt is golden
Icons, feed the fires
Icons, feed the fires
To prove some kind of desire?
The guilt is golden
Icons, falling from the spires
And whirl a dervish spin?
Can I set myself on fire
Instill a lie, an artificial eye
Icons, feed the fires
Can I stick skewers in my skin
Without them
Force feed more pious meat
Icons, feed the fires
Icons, feed the fires
Icons, feed the fires
